Yoga Burn Review – DON’T BUY UNTIL YOU READ MY HONEST OPINION



‘Women can’t ski’ gloated the young man in the ski lift as we trundled up across the Arapahoe Basin.
At that moment, I felt like going Rhonda Rhousey on him and doing a Samoan drop right there.
But in hindsight, I should’ve probably listened to his advice.
Margaret author
To give you some perspective, I am Margaret, a 35-year old British National, currently working in the United States.
And like a lot of other British families, I decided that Christmas eve last year was the right time to go for what would be my maiden skiing trip (definitely the last one too).
It was easy to see why people thronged to the Ski resorts. It was heaven.
The alpine woods, like a bright spot of green amidst an ocean of white, the sparkling blue sky, the crisp winter air smothering your face with freshness.
That was until I got into Ski mode.
The first thing that hit me was how heavy (and downright uncomfortable) the clothes were. I felt like Matt Damon from the space movie.
Jenna, my woman Friday and a veteran skier as she called herself had promised to keep me safe. She took me to what according to her was a ‘green run’ or a beginners’ slope.
It certainly didn’t look any different from the other slopes around me. But hey, I was the rookie here.
So, I strapped on the horrendous plastic contraptions that they call skis and down the slope I went with Jenna right behind me.
In the beginning, I could see young kids whiz past me at what seemed like the speed of light.
Then all of a sudden, there were wings on my back. I was going a lot faster than I expected to.
I called out to Jenna. No response. No Jenna.
Panic struck and I looked around, desperately for some assistance. Hell, I just wanted the damn thing to stop.
Suddenly, I hit something. And I blacked out.

The Twisted Knee

The spinning head, the excruciating pain, the podgy French tourist trying to speak to me, everything seems to be a blur after that.
Two weeks later, I was nursing a badly sprained knee at home.
Doctors said that I was extremely lucky to have not broken my femur, which apparently are extremely common with skiers.
This was a sprain in the Anterior cruciate ligament (ACL).
Was it any better than breaking my leg? I didn’t know, cause it was excruciatingly painful.
So much so for the perfect ski destination for people of all ages. Sigh!
Jenna didn’t dare show me her face for the two weeks after the incident.
I forgave her after that. (With secret plans to take her to a bear-infested trail in British Columbia and abandon her there.)
The doctors had predicted that the knee would recover in about 4-weeks.
It took 14-weeks for me to get back on my foot. 20 to start walking normally without the help of crutches.
As I lay on the bed for the next five months, all I did was eat and watch TV.
And as I stood and watched myself in that mirror, I nearly broke down.

The Weight Gain

I wouldn’t call myself an athlete. I am far from it. But I like to keep myself active.
The everyday walk and an occasional run were my way of staving off those extra calories.
But as I stepped on the weighing scale, I was in for the shock of my life. I had gained 28-pounds. And I looked like a blubbery mass of cellulite.
The jean-hugging curves were replaced by formlessness. Hell, I couldn’t get into any of my jeans in the first place.
Desperation hit me as I walked into the plus-sized clothing aisle. I have nothing against being a little stout. But this just wasn’t me.
And I decided that it was time to get back into shape.

The Random Advices and Yoga

Since running was out of the question, I had to figure out other ways to get into shape.
Then, the random (worthless) advices began.
’28 pounds is nothing Marge’
‘Why don’t you try HIIT?’
‘Walk. Swim. Do anything’
‘You’ve got to restrict calories. No other way to lose weight’
‘Why don’t you try OMAD (One meal a day)?’
‘You are just holding water’
I was almost on the verge of a mental breakdown when Lorraine, a fitness instructor and my schoolmate asked me to try Yoga.
For a moment, it felt like the only sane advice.
Yoga was a holistic way of fitness and healing. At least that’s what I had heard and read about it.
So, after googling for an eternity, I found a home workout program called ‘The Yoga Burn’.
It seemed godsend.
The website claims that the program is ‘Helping Women Get Lighter, Healthier and Happier’
I was all set to find out whether those claims hold any water.

Yoga Burn Challenge Review: My Experience

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The Yoga Burn Challenge is a progressive Yoga workout plan designed by ‘Zoe Bray Cotton’, a certified Yoga Instructor based in the United States.
It is one of those follow-along styled programs where you can play the video and follow the instructions.
I googled to find more information about ‘Zoe Bray Cotton’ and found her twitter account.